Attack on Titan, Roommates, idiots in love
Living with Hange reminded Levi of sharing small proximity with a hurricane, a rave, or a swarm of bees. Whenever they were gone, the flat became his oasis and Levi’d almost forget what led him to the pesky necessity of having a roommate, at least for a while, but then every time they showed up, the mayhem entered his relaxation zone leaving nothing but a mess, headache and gossip behind.
He didn’t like it, but he got used to it enough to find it uncanny to see Hange sitting at the little dining table in their narrow kitchen, a mug in their hand, with no smile on their face nor words on their lips.
“You alright?” he asked trying to ignore the fear of getting dragged into a spiral of some petty Hange drama.
“Yeah.”
And then – nothing.
That was definitely out of character, almost uncomfortably so.
Levi hesitated but sat himself down opposite of them. “Okay, what’s going on?”
Hange pouted. Leaning back on the chair, they crossed their arms and excessively exhaled. “Do you remember Margot from my uni?”
“The Margot you never stop talking about? Yeah, rings a bell.”
“Funny. Anyway, I’ve begun to lose hope something would ever happen between us. And today she pretty much sealed on it.”
Levi flicked through all the memories of the two of them acting like a pair of lovebirds high on their honeymoon phase, being all touchy and cutesy and annoying. “Why do you think so?” [...]